A Silent Love's Ode

by Angel007
 
 
 

Through the darkness,
I can see your light
 

    She felt stupid sneaking up on him like this. Watching him from afar in this cold
of the night. Where the darkness hid what her heart really yearned and cried out.
But she enjoyed gazing at him like this. Watching him spent a few minutes beside
the enchanted Hogwarts’ lake.
    “What’s my problem?” Hermione asked herself even though she knew the
answer to her question. She fell in love. With the enemy.

Draco Malfoy.
 

And you will always shine
And I can feel your heart in mine
 

    He looked like an angel, she thought. His blond hair glistened like a silvery thread
spun from the moonlight itself. His features were softened by the pale light; his
perpetual smirk was replaced by a hint of a smile playing on his lips. He was so
serene and so perfect liked a sculptor’s masterpiece. Draco looked as innocent as
a newborn child. This wasn’t the git that Harry and Ron loathed during daytime.
This was the REAL Draco.
    “Or rather the Draco that I want him to be,” Hermione said sadly.
 

Your face I've memorized
I idolize just you
 

    If she could just touch his face, held it between her hands and kiss his lips. She
wanted to stare in his eyes and be drowned in it.  His eyes. They were majestic. Of
the finest blue-gray. Cold and condemning one moment, burning and raging the next.
Lately, she saw a flicker of emotion there she thought Draco Malfoy wasn’t capable
of having. An insinuation of happiness. She always dreamed that it was her who
caused that hidden emotion to resurface. That she’ll basked on that happiness
together with Draco. But that’s the catch. It was just a dream. A far-fetched reality
Hermione knew wouldn’t happen in her lifetime.
 

I look up to everything you are
In my eyes you do no wrong
 

    Hermione quickly leaned at the wall when Draco shifted. She couldn’t afford to
be seen. She closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath to tame her beating heart.
After a short moment, she resumed her position. He hated her. It always hurt when
he taunted her for being muggle-born. It cut her heart to pieces. Draco’s bigotry
shattered her. But damn, that wasn’t enough to completely hate him! Hermione loved
Draco in spite of that. Yes, it’s true that she retorted in the same disdainful manner
but if truth be told, that was just an act. A way to hide her secret.
    “Ron and Harry wouldn’t understand why I fall for you,” Hermione said, a sad
smile forming on her lips.
 

I've loved you for so long
And after all is said and done
You're still you
After all, you're still you
 

    When did she fall for him? Hermione wasn’t sure. It just happened. Fate must
have played a nasty joke on her that night. She was patrolling the school grounds
for any dangerous activities. It’s just been a year when Voldemort was defeated.
Her duty was to see that any illegal activities related to Voldermort be reported to
the Headmaster. Then she saw him. Draco was standing by the lakeside, just like
what he was doing now. He was like an apparition. Hermione couldn’t take off her
eyes from him. She was mesmerized by his calmness and grace. This was the
Draco Hogwarts failed to see. She would have liked the vision to last longer but
Draco saw her.
    They stared at one another for a brief, flashing moment. Hermione noticed his
eyes. Light was playing in it, heightening the vulnerability that Draco must have felt
at being caught. He was off-guard and Hermione was able to see his pains. But
the usual coldness crept into his eyes as he gave her his patented menacing glare
before spunning on his heels. She was left rooted on her spot, still spellbound.
From that moment on, she was hooked. She was in love.
 

You walk past me
I can feel your pain
Time changes everything
One truth always stays the same
You're still you
After all, you're still you
 

    After that incident, Draco was revealed in a whole new light to her. He wasn’t
the selfish prat that almost all think he was. He was real. As real as the moon that
shine tonight. But Draco is Draco. It’s not in him to accept to be at a level with
muggle-born. Oh yes, there was now formality between them. The nearest thing to
respect Draco could give. But Hermione could still felt the coldness that emanated
from him. He was still pushing her away. It hurts. It really stung.
 

I look up to everything you are
In my eyes you do no wrong
 

    “Damn you, Draco. What did you do to me?” Hermione questioned as hot tears
trailed down her cheeks. She leaned on the wall once again, using it as the support
her knees will not be able to provide any minute now. God, she was crazy! If only
circumstances were different, then she might have a chance with him.
 

And I believe in you
Although you never asked me to
 

    She looked out into the window once again. He was still there, as still as the
night. He’s not vile. He’s kind and vulnerable as a child. Hermione would have
loved to believe that. But she knew it couldn’t be true. His was a character so
staunch it would take ten thousand atomic bombs to break it. He could never
stoop to her level. Its true that he treated her with authority now, but it remained
at that. No more, no less. But god, as long as she believed her own lies about
him, it will be like springtime to her. He will remained her perfect Draco.
 

I will remember you
And what life put you through
And in this cruel and lonely world
I found one love
 

    Hermione slowly stepped away from the window, casting a sweet, sorrowful
look on him. She could taste her tears mingling with the iron-like taste of her blood.
No, she wouldn’t cry, wouldn’t breakdown. Tomorrow might be another farcical
play. But then again, night will fall, wouldn’t it?
    “Call me stupid, but I love you. That is enough for me,” Hermione whispered to
the wind as she walked away from him.
 

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    Draco stared at the window where Hermione had watched her just a minute
ago. He knew. He always knew. Even if he couldn’t see her, Draco sensed it was
Hermione. Somewhere deep in his heart told him she was the one who was keeping
this nightly vigil- this game of cat and mouse. Draco smiled albeit a bitter one. He
tried to forget her. Pushed her away from him by hurting her feelings. He tried to
forget what he really felt. He kept repeating to his self that he was on dangerous
ground. That she was far too perfect, too pure for a dark soul like him. But it was
futile.
    “Call me crazy, but I love you,” Draco whispered as he took a lingering look at
the window before trudging his way back to the Slytherin’s House, letting the night
envelop once again what his heart really hides.
 

You're still you
After all, you're still you